"Oh, if it goes away when the summoner dies then probably they'd just kill the summoner. Unless the summoner was me and the person doing the thwarting was the Vampire Mage, in which case the offending fairy would probably get galaxied. And then have a very boring several decades because I do not intend to die of old age."

She studies the drawing for a moment before carefully folding it and putting it in her pocket.

"I take it the Vampire Mage is friend or family. And vampires are a thing. Lovely, I wonder what else exists here. Oh, circle has to have enough room for me to appear in, don't draw it on a post-it note or anything. You can also send them away by focusing, hard, on wanting to until it takes. Nice and easy, unless you're unconscious." Speaking of unconscious, how's cloak guy doing? That pressure point shouldn't have hit him too hard.

He is, for the moment, still not moving, but not exhibiting any other potential signs of damage.

"He basically doesn't care about anyone's well-being on a personal level except his sister, but she cares about me a lot and well-being includes happiness and he cares about her well-being a lot. I don't, honestly, know for sure that there's anything specific that for sure and certain doesn't exist here, but if you wanted an overview of the particular things I'm familiar with I'm willing to provide."

"Sure, list em. Vampires, wizards, mages, a different kind of fairy, demons confirmed. Angels? Space aliens? Perytons and bugbears? And, hey, let's get this guy roped up so he can't attack you when I'm gone." He lowers Cloak Guy to an inch or so off the ground.

Daphne begins rummaging around for rope. "Angels are strongly suspected by a large number of people-in-the-know, since the existence of demons would seem to imply their opposite, but if there's any proof that they exist no one's gone semi-public with it and I've never seen one. Martians exist, I don't know about any other kinds of alien. I've never met or specifically heard of a real peryton or bugbear. Ghosts exist, werewolves exist, more than one variety of vampire exists, half-demons exist, swamp creatures exist, bigfoots exist..."

The rope is behind the altar, still in one piece. "Good to know..." He holds up the rope. "I don't actually know knots all that well."

"I do. Mostly from untying them, but it shouldn't be too hard to reverse it..."

He hands off the rope and continues to hold cloak guy up. "I might want to learn magic, if it's a thing that can be learned. Knowledge is power and so on."

"I don't know very much myself, since it's a huge time investment and by the time I learned it existed I was already a college student with a full course load and no desire to drop out, but I can introduce you to some people who do."

"Thank you, I appreciate it."

"Well, you did rescue me, after all. I'd have gotten out after another half-hour of keeping him monologuing and working at the ropes, but you certainly couldn't have known that. So what-all is there where you're from, besides tall fairies with round ears?"

"It's an infinite flat plane, not a planet. There's trees and lakes and mountains, colorful plants and animals, that kind of thing. The only people there are more of my kind of fairy. We don't do cities so much, but there's a bunch of towns and the like."

"That sounds beautiful."

"I have pictures." He brings out an outdated tablet computer that probably looks like sci-fi to her. "Oh, I'm Nick by the way."

"Daphne. Oh, I was right, this is lovely. Is this magic or just more advanced technology than we have here?"

"...What year is it? The expected answer is 2180 something. It's just technology, bought it off a summoner a few years ago."

"It's nineteen ninety-nine."

"...I should grab a physics textbook or ten when this guy unsummons me."

"...And Biology, maybe? I'm a biology major an an enormous nerd about it."

"Yes, all the books, I was being sarcastic."

"Sorry, I'm just really excited."

"No, I get it, I would be slapping knife guy awake right now at the prospect of engineering books from a hundred fifty years in the future."

"I'm not literally slapping him awake because I haven't finished learning everything this century has to offer, but--yes. That."

"Exactly. Should I carry us all to a better place than... Wherever this is?"

"A forest a few miles away from Borgia University, where I study. My car's broken down a little ways off into the treeline."